Here's a parody I just made about the Red Sox World Series victory (I'm from the Boston area). It's based on "American Pie".
This Day the Curse Has Died
Sung to “American Pie”
(1-slow)
A long, long time ago,
In a stadium in the Fens,
George Herman Ruth was playing ball.
He swung the bat and threw so well,
He was opponents’ living hell,
That Harry Frazee went and placed a call.
He asked the New York Yankees owner
For an infamous financial loaner:
The Yankees got their phenom,
The Sox got cash and then some!
So Ruth left on a special train,
Not knowing that we would complain:
“The Sox would never win again
Until the Curse has died!”
Oh
Why, why, did the sale of this guy
Leave the Boston Red Sox sobbin’ as the decades went by?
The poor fans stretching out their hands to the sky, asking
“When will this Bambino curse die, when will this Bambino curse die?”
(2-fast)
It’s the story of a team
Which had always tried to chase a dream,
Yet had always come up short!
Where they would earn over 90 wins,
Yet Harry Frazee’s evil sin
Would give them the worst bleeping luck
In sports!
They would suffer through an incident
Involving hits from Bucky Dent.
They had the Mets a-pegged
‘Till the ball passed Bill Buckner’s legs.
2003, New York again:
The Red Sox were once more a-poised to win,
But Grady left poor Pedro in!
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Why, why...
(3)
Now the ballclub started up ‘04
By showing Grady Little the door
And getting Schill and Foulke instead.
And they pitched and won through the day and night,
And much to all the fans’ delight,
They proved themselves the AL’s head!
But then our hopes began to fall
With couple months .500 ball.
The aforementioned lead,
They, of course, decided to cede!
By then, the prognosis sure was plain
As everyone felt Boston’s pain
And those who didn’t went insane!
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Why, why...
(4)
The team started a counterstrike
When a player that they didn’t like
Got into a big fight with ‘Tek!
The club went onto a winning tear,
With homers shooting into the air,
That trading Nomar couldn’t wreck!
Well, the team secured the wild-a card
And didn’t find it very hard
To sweep the Angels out,
But the Yankees started to rout!
They beat the Sox three in a row!
Our chance of winning got quite low!
A-golfing we were gonna go!
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Why, why...
(5)
Well, the roller coaster ride went on
When the Red Sox responded and won
The next four ballgames with the Yanks!
When the great A-Rod slapped at Bronson’s arm,
Yet managed to not cause any harm
To the Red Sox World Series chance!
But Boston’s put on high alert:
It looks like Schilling’s foot is hurt!
He may not pitch again!
Without him, Cards will win!
Yes, the surgeons can let him play,
But God knows if we’re gonna pay.
Don’t know how long that brace will stay!
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Why, why...
(6-slow)
Schilling lived to pitch once more,
And got the Red Sox to game four,
When Edgar hit it to the mound.
Foulkie grabbed it and seemed to stare,
As if he hadn’t been prepared
To confront the history that he had found!
As he began to walk to first,
The Red Sox fans began to curse.
They thought that he would blow it.
This songwriter yelled, “THROW IT!”
But finally he threw it on,
Mientkewicz caught it, and thereupon
New England came to party on!
[Pause for people to cheer in the recording]
This day, the curse has died!
So now they’re singing:
[New York accent]
“My, my, will the trade of this guy
Leave the New York Yankees sobbin’ as the decades go by?
New Yorkers stretching out their hands to the sky, asking
When will our new A-Rod curse die?”
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